The Claw of Ice

Life before the meth was a sea of faces. Now, every waking moment is consumed by the need. My world has vanished to the size of my next hit. I'm trapped in a prison of lies and schemes, desperately trying to quench the demon inside. Friends become specters, family fades into the background. There's
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